here it stands in front of me
cut from Nature's kindly tree
this new door it beckons me
but I am cautious of what might be.
My pulse beats go,
but my thoughts fear no,
pacing the floor
I can wait no more
the joy or pain that could be there
would be? should be? it seems unfair.
The solo act has left me bare,
Jesus lead me, I want to be your pair.
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